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La Vie Seule
Notes on achieving the impossible.
Wednesday, 27 February 2008
The ring from my finger slips to the ground.
Today I throw my book away. Here are the parts I want to remember, the ones I don't are sitting in my bin.
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let me kiss her one last time.
Breathing deeply, walking backwards.
Mourning is mocking me.
The ring from my finger slips to the ground.
The man sings about romance.
Fuck.
Armrests. A war of Inadequacy.
Oh simple things, where have you gone.
Blurb.
Clutch, gear, gas, repeat.
Yo, its an air force one.
What became of the likely lad.
Bittersweet regrets.
Answers.
The boy who cried innocence.
Lies and retribution.
We'll take our precious time about it.
Armrests, a war of attrition.
Take me home country roads.
Genesis.
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